Sane Ravings

Reflections on books, encounters and people

Why we failed – A word to Charity Groups – Part 1

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The sky was overcast, but the war lines had already been drawn, now they could not return. On one side stood some 50 odd students from various colleges in the city, all revving their philanthropic engines up, ready to go at the switch of a button.  A couple of teachers also stood by them – one of them, this writer and the other senior in experience, as she had attended an earlier program when the same kids spent a whole … Continue reading

Why we failed – A word to charity groups- Part 2

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The story ‘Why we failed’ continues… Realize that in the parlance of some people among us, the phrase for ‘entertainment’ is a little leap in the blood count. The earth beneath caves in, sucking you deep, the moment a doctor tells you the bad news. It’s almost like the Nine and Three-quarters at the King’s Cross station, as in Harry Potter. You don’t know anything about it, until you’re thrown in. Unlike the Hogwarts, fun and merriment stop at their … Continue reading

Personal Essay: Trips to Childhood

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Surreal pictures, reports from parents, voices from the dark, smells that singe, and touches that soothe — someday you saw a pattern, connected the dots and carved out a childhood from them. Once you decide to believe a story the first thing you do is to sweep the broken links and white bones that jut out under the carpet. You did it smoothly. A kiss here, a pat there, the aroma of vermilion mixed with Cuticura of my mother’s face, … Continue reading

Poetry in a Night Train: A musing in two parts

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How do you spend time in a train journey? Many choose sleep, a few people food, some gossips, I poetry. While they talk and eat and sleep and date to kill time in a train, I retire to my poetry book. Friends this is the first part of the story of my affair with poetry in a train journey at night. I’ve read the same poems at home, but there is something in a pitching train that slips words deeper … Continue reading